Back on the Saddle

Ever wonder how the steep slopes along a creek are mowed?

I had recovered enough for a short ride last week (11 miles, to meet up with friends). Wanting to make up for lost cycling time, I'd already completed three rides this week (covering 86 miles) before setting out today.

Cycling alongside the bay reliably brings me joy.

Besides relishing the views, I keep an eye out for butterfiles (like this lovely Anise Swallowtail).

And of course, for birds—like a Great Egret hunting in the shallows, with the newly-restored Hangar One at Moffett Field gleaming in the background.

Visiting the rookery entails a long ride, which I wasn't confident I could pull off. But it's now late in the nesting season, so today seemed like my best option. If need be, I could hop on the light rail to get most of the way back home.

Taking the light rail would mean forgoing a bakery treat ... Would there be a luscious fresh fruit tart waiting for me? [Yes!]

Last week, 11 miles. This week, 132 (with today's 46-mile excursion). Imprudent, perhaps. But wonderful!